Blood and Stitches
Prolong
"Once you do this," Two mused, "You can't go back."
Those words made the twin human girls shiver in place. The younger twin crept up to the older one and held her arm. Silence filled the room not far afterward. Only the rugged breathing of the older sisters lungs inhaling and exhaling. That was not a good sign.
The younger sister looked at the older twin with obvious worry and fear. The older one looked pale- rings formed around her eyes from the lack of sleep, due to her coughing all the time.
She was slowly dying. And there was nothing the younger one could do about it.
Except this. This had to work.
"We know…" the younger twin mused back at the doll. Two turned to observe Five, who was slowly setting up the Talisman in the middle of the machine, his small, metal hands shaking.
The older twin stared at the alien technology before them. Than at Five, who was now binding up the stitchpunk bodies.
They're new bodies.
They weren't identical, like Three and Four are, but they have enough similarities between them for the others to tell that they were sisters.
Five caught the older humans gaze and looked down. "I-it's ready," he stuttered. His voice box choked. This was harder on him than it was for anyone in this room.
The older twin held out her hand at the doll. Five stared at the stretched hand and than looked at her. Slowly he crept on the palm of her hand. The twin gave a slight cough in her mouth and smiled at him before saying in a rough voice, "Don't be scared for me. We'll make it through this. You promised me you'll be strong," her words where soothing to Fives ears, but it didn't help his fear any. Five then crawled up to her shoulder and fiercely hugged her neck.
She left him for a few moments until he finally said, "You will." Five then jumped off the older ones shoulder and remained beside Two, who lightly placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Two then looked at the human twins. "Aurora," he said in a kind voice. The younger twin peered over her sisters shoulder to look at the elder doll. "Are you ready?"
She gripped on her sister's arm before answering, "Yes."
The twin gave a horse chuckle . Of course. This was, in a sense, her idea.
"Miranda?" Two's voice was but a harsh whisper.
The older twin took a deep, harsh breath to answer, only to have it come out a barrage of coughs. She kneeled over, hands over her mouth, as the deadly coughs came and went. Slowly she took her hand from her face. Blood mixed with phlegm oozed her hand like slime.
Aurora gasped as her sister stood up. Two and Five both looked at her hand with fear. Miranda just slowly wiped the blood on her pants.
It was now or never.
"I'm ready." She finally answered.
Ok, this is the prolong to a bigger fic I'm writing. All questions will be answered in due time.
Please be nice. This is my first major fic on any scale. Helpful comments encouraged.
Please nothing rude.